There are a great many ways to get in trouble. There are also many ways to stay out of it, but they are far less interesting.
All twelve days of Christmas are long over. It is still winter. Much is over; much is yet to come.
Oh, Honey. You were ready for things to be permanently different. But here you are in 2021, still waiting.
How are you holding up, kittens? Are grit and grace and determination holding you together like so much magical nougat, or is the cheese sliding off your cracker?
YOU HAVE MADE IT PAST LEVEL TWELVE. YES, I AM YELLING.
The year is young. You and I are not. This is no cause for concern.
I don’t know about you, kittens, but I hurl a whole lot of love into the abyss. Actually, I do know about you. I know very much about you. (I do not intend this to be creepy.) I know that you are some of the bravest love-hurlers I will ever know. (Case in point: I […]
Quick: name your top ten favorite living creatures of all time. Too hard? Let’s restrict it to cats. Still too hard? Good.
It’s Christmas Eve, and so I’ll let my words be few. The cats want to be your manger.
Some things keep coming back, and we rejoice: Archway Wedding Cake cookies, It’s A Wonderful Life, permission to wear bright red and bright green simultaneously, permission to gush love at people unironically without making them uncomfortable (thank you, The Holiday Season). But some things were never meant to come back.